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Alcoholic Volcano

Clouds puffed
smoke rings
over the anger
boiling from inside her
from deep in her fiery crater
and cherry scars
opened once again
to bleed their
tears of wrath
snake their glowing
lava path
down her cheeks
ruining her makeup
crushing helpless
dwellings of doubt
between her crimson
lipsticked teeth,
weeping of lost love,
broken promises


She sighed
sipped her cognac
until forgetfulness
clouded back into her mind


Appeased for a while
she hiccupped
and went back to sleep
for another hundred days

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